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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.