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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.