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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.