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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.