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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.