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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.