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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s.
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 Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.