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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
the Swans,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.