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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.