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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.