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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.