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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.