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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.