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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Von Mondo to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
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.