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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Smog,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.