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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Television,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.