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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.