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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.