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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.