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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 marimba 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Technova,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.