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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.