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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Index,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.