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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.