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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.