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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.