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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.