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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.