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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.