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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Index,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.