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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.