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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 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 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 Depeche Mode to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.