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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.