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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.