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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Gong,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.