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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.