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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.