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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.