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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.