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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.