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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.