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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.