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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.