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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Q65,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.