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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.