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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.