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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
ABC,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.