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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Q65,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.