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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.