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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.