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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.