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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.