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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Wire,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.