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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Smog,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.