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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.