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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Faust,
the Association,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.