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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.