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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 X-101 to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.