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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Television,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.