Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.