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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Mojo Men 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.