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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.