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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.