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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.