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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.