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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.