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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.