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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.