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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
the Swans,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.