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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.