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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
June Days,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.