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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.