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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
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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.