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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Index,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
CMW,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.