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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.