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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Ten City,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.