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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.