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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.