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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.