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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.