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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.