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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.