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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.