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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.