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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.