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 Poland 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.