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 Monaco and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Magma,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.