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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.