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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.