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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.