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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.