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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
The Names,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.