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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.