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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Index to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.