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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.