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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Fall,
Monolake,
10cc,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.