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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.