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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.