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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.