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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
10cc,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.