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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.