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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.