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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Television,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.