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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Japan,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.