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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.