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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.