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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.