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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.