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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Crime,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.