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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.