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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.