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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.