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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.