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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.