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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.