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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 oboe 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
The Martian,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.