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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.