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 Azerbaijan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Inner City,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.