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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 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 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.