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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.