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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.