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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.