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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stiv Bators 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.