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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.