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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Nas,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.