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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.