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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.