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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.