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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.