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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Ossler,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.