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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.