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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Main Source,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.