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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Index,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.