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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 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 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 Toasters to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.