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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Monks,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.