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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.