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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.