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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.