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 Montenegro 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Whodini,
Scion,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.