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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.