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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.