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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo 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?
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.