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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.