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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.