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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.