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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.