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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Mars,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.