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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Swans,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.