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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.