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 Greece 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.