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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.