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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.