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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
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.