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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.