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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.