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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
ABC,
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.