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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.