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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.