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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.