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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.