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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.