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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.