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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Television,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.