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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.