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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.