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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.