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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
The Names,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.