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 Ghana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.