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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cure 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.