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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.