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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.