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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.