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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.