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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.