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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.