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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.