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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.