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 Bulgaria 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
a-ha,
UT,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.