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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Aswad,
the Association,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.