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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.