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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.