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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.