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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.