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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.