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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.