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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.