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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Little Man,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.