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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.