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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Nico,
Television,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.