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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.