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 Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.