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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.