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 Ireland 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.