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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.