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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
X-101,
UT,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.