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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.