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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
the Human League,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.