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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.