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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.