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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.