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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.