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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.