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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.