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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.