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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Rakim,
Technova,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.