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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.