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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.