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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Organ,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.