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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.