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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.