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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Index,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.