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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.