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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.