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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Swans,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.