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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.