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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.