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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.