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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.