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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.