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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.