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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.