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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.