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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.