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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Visage,
Little Man,
Index,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Magma,
10cc,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.