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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.