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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Section 25,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.