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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.