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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.