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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
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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.