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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.