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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.