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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.