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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.