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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.