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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.