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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.