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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
The Slits,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.