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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.