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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.