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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.