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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.