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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.