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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.