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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.