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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Slave,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.