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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
The Residents,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Scientists,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.