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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.