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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Barry Ungar 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Nico,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.