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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.