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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.