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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
JFA,
X-102,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.