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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.