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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Kayak,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.