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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.