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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Young Rascals,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.