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 Samoa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Visage to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.