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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.