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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Kayak,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.