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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Ronan,
the Association,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.