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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.