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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.