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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.