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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.