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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.