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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.