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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.