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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.