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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.