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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.