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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monks to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Index,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.