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 Canada and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Birthday Party to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Visage,
The Saints,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.