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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.