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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.