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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
UT,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.