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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.