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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.