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 Swaziland and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.