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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.