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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.