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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Move,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
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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.