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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.