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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.