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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.