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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.