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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.