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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.