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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.