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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.