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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.