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 China and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.