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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.