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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.