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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Swans,
Index,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Television,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.