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 United States 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.