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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
JFA,
Rakim,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.