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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
cv313,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.