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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet 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?
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Franke,
World's Most,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.