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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.