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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.