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 Tajikistan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.