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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.