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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.