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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.