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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Swans,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.