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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
X-101,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
JFA,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.