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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.