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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.