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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.