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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Stetsasonic to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.