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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.