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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 PIL to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.