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 Australia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.