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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.