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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.