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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.