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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Gong to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.