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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.