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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.