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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.