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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.