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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Monolake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.