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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Young Rascals to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
The Victims,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.