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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.