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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
UT,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.