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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Television,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.