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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.