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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.