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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.