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 China 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Scion,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.