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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
June Days,
EPMD,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.