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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.