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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.