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 Peru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.