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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.