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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.