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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.