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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.