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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.