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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.