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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion 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?
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.