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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.