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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
The Names,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.