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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Television,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.