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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Index,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.