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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
ABC,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.