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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.