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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Hashim,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Pole,
Zapp,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.