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 Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.