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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Remains 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Nas,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.