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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.