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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Swans,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.