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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Birthday Party 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.