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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.