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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
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.