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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.