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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.