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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.