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 Korea South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.