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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Erasure,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.