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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.