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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.