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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.