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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.