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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
JFA,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.