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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.