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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.