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 Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.