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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.