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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Little Man,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.