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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.