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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Star Department to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.