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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Slits to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.