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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.