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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.