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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.