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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.