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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Television,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.