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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.