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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.