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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.