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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.