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 Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.