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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
JFA,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.