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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.