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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
John Cale,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.