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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.