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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.