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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.