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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.