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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.