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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Technova,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Can,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.