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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.