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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.