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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.