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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.