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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
World's Most,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.