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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.