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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.