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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.