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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.