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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.