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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.