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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Hoover,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.