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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Can,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.