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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.