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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.