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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
CMW,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Can,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.