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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Associates,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.