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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Slave,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.