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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.