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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.