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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.