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 France and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Howard Jones to the grunge 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Josef K,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.