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 Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Franke to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.