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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.