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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.