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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.