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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Can,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.