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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.