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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.