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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.