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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo 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.