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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.