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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.