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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 David Bowie 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Mars,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.