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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Gong,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Fear,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Roxette,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.