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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.