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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.