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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.