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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Jandek,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Moebius,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.