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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.