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 Tonga and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the techno 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.