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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.