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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.