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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Main Source,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.