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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.