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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Can,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Index,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.