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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.