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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.