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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.