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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.