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 Finland 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.