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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.