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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.