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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.