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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.