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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.