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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.