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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.