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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.