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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.