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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.