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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Technova,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.