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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Grass Roots to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.