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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.