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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
PIL,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.