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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
X-102,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.