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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.