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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.