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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.