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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.