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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.