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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.