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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.