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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.