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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.