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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
JFA,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.