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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
the Association,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.