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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.