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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.