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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.