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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Index,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.