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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.