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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.