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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.