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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.