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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.