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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.