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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
X-102,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.