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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Ronan,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.