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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 PIL 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.