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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.