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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Faust,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Slave,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.