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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.