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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach 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?
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.