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 China and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.