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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.