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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.