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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
UT,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.