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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.