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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Index,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.