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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.