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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.