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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.