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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.