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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the jazz 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Fear,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.