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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Monolake,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.