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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.