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 India 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.