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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
AZ,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.