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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.