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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.