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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Franke,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.