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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Q65,
the Normal,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.