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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.