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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Can,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.