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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.