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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.