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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.