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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.