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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.