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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
The Monks,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.