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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.